Category: Bob Dylan

Happiness is but a state of mind. Anytime you want, you can cross the state line….   Waiting For You was written for the soundtrack of Callie Khouri’s 2002 movie, Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood, a wryly bittersweet and avowedly feminist tale centred around the complex relationship between a mother and daughter. As with...

…I’m in the wrong town…. I should be in Hollywood…. If you strain your eyes hard enough at a Dylan performance, you will spot a small gold figurine wobbling on top of one of his band’s amplifiers. It’s there at virtually every gig. Dylan has even been known to grasp it and hold it aloof...

BOB DYLAN’S AIN’T TALKIN’ There’s no-one here, the gardener has gone… The hooded pilgrim advances along a thin, dusty dirt track. There is no moon. All along the skyline the fires rage. His hidden face contorts in shaded darkness. He burns inside. In front of him he seems to see the whole world, billions of...

Bob Dylan's THE LEVEE'S GONNA BREAK examined

Chris looks at Bob Dylan's inscrutable 'murder ballad' METTIE MOORE from MODERN TIMES

Chris looks at BEYOND THE HORIZON from MODERN TIMES

.Sleep is like a temporary death… . “You will perceive that in the breast The germs of many virtues rest, Which, ere they feel a lover’s breath, Lie in a temporary death” Henry Timrod, Two Portraits   Workingman’s Blues No. 2 is already the most celebrated, though perhaps the most misunderstood, track on Modern Times....

…We all wear the same thorny crown… Perhaps the most striking aspect of Modern Times is its lyrical and emotional clarity. The lyrics of 2001’s Love And Theft, like so many Dylan albums before it, featured often wildly allusive patterns of reference. But here the songs are carefully constructed to convey specific emotions and themes...

  ..I’ve been conjuring up all these long dead souls from their crumblin’ tombs…   And so the thoughts revolve around the poet’s mind. He’s been up all night. Sleep has been impossible. He sits on the edge of the bed, watching the young woman sleeping, her luxuriant dark hair tossed across her face. He...